**kin' thug? Niggas and hoes Bitches ain't shit All you haters, eat this dick Who know what it's like To be a thug for life... Be a thug for life..... Be a thug for life
, watch my killa ambition Touch ya, hoo-bang niggas who ride Who roll on your side ready to die Who lights up your life with hot flames Real straight game, thug life
on blunts and it's on Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry Cause I'm losin all my homies
your bread This is blaze ya dead homie sinkin' the head I've been dead I thought you knew, I'm a maniac killa Psycho, thug, fillin' body bags on a daily
(Chorus) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands
what I do Take ya flashlight, and ya attitude (Nigga fuck you) Stab you in the neck with a dayton spoke Laughin' while ya cough up blood until ya choke
bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his 'cause Bloods gonna get ya Bloods Bloods Bloods gonna get ya
your bread This is blaze ya dead homie sickin' the head I've been dead I thought you knew, I'm a maniac killa Psycho, thug, fillin' body bags on the daily
anthem like this Juggalos up in this biiiitch, blaze [Blaze Ya Dead Homie] G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket And beyond, recognize thug shit
